LOVE IS WITHOUT SIGHT.

Love was meant to find a way
Walking confidently into the confines of our hearts
Seamlessly joining our souls like Siamese twins.
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Love was meant to be a map
Guiding us all through life
While we tour this world of ours.
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Love was meant to be the spice
Spicing our homely home
Tantalizing our humble abode.
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But. !
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What happens when love missed its way?
'A walking weakling walking wearily down the lane'.
Then its true, love is blind.
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Love begins to lose it longitudinal altitude
Soiled its attractive attitude
Which attribute would you then attach such attrition that cannot be attuned?
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Love is without sight, I insist.
This isn't just about someone's painful plight.
For I've seen lust clothed as love.
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Let me then, chip in this cheap expensive piece.
If ever you fall in love, get a glove.
Never get your hands soiled.

©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.